My crew and I were relieved that during my December Golden Week trip to Vegas, on the boot heels of NFR, I didn’t end up in the hospital. Kinda broke that curse. But that history also went on my long list of things I’ve done in Vegas twice: hospitalized twice, pulled over twice (sober), seen it snow twice, and been propositioned twice before breakfast.
It was a great trip and a great time to be there—if you didn’t mind bumping into A LOT of cowboys. Funny thing, there was no parking on the first floor of Rio self- park the last Saturday of NFR. It was full of horses. But the winning and dancing were wonderful.
Still, as bad beats just seem to keep coming, I had an unexpected and unwanted Christmas present on Christmas Eve back at home. While otherwise in a great mood and having a good day, at 1 p.m. I started having vertical stabbing pains across my left chest and down my arm.
Just days before this I thought I was having a heart attack when I woke up at 5:30 a.m., drenched in sweat and the room spinning. When I sat up, I started to retch.
Called 911 and in the ER they determined it was vertigo. I was out in seven hours after being given Meclazine.
Three days later, I actually had a “small” heart attack and found myself back in the same ER. Being Xmas Eve, they told me I’d be there a few days, as only critical patients get treated on Christmas. I had a stent put in Friday morning. Duke Hospital is top notch, though being there three times in five months, not so much.
So I’m taking a few weeks to get back and as soon as I can I’ll be blogging, about the new MRB, matchplay runs, and more.
For now, I can report I was happy to receive an invite to Wynn with an old-school offer: $25 in freeplay, $25 in resort credit (the waterfall at the spa is a wonder), and two tickets to Awakenings (it’s a few years old and I’m guessing Sphere is taking a lot of business), all for $174 a night, resort fee included. And I barely play there. I mostly go to see an old dealer friend.
Taking out the tickets and credits, that’s $75 a night for two nights. At Wynn. Free parking, no triple zero roulette, some JOB, and all is well.
See, folks, there’s hope on the horizon and as for me, well … The Cat in the Hat? With maybe nine lives.
It’s apparently very hard to kill me. And no worries, scufflers, I’ll be back soon so … Keep cool and know when to cash in.
The adventure continues.
Get well soon, Bobby. I enjoy your columns!